Chapter 91

The ELF's constitution is very magical. It's easy to get drunk if you drink too much, but as long as you sleep a little after you get drunk, you will wake up not only quickly, but also quickly.

Before dawn the next day, little jasmine got up and stretched, and then hit her head on the front cabinet.

When you look carefully, your little bed is not on the big bed, but in a very small space. Looking up, you can see the ceiling and the drawers and cabinets close at hand.

"Wow!" Little Molly flew out angrily with her forehead covered. She found that her little bed was indeed stuffed into the drawer. Half of the drawer was left outside, and about one third of the little bed could be seen.

A little conscience, considering the problem of air.

Looking at the big bed again, the elf suddenly changed his eyes. Finally, he flew to Gray's head. Without saying a word, it was a pile of green magic bullets. Then he returned to his little bed as fast as possible and pretended to sleep.

"It's raining, it's raining!" Gray sat up in horror, touching his face with his hands and kicking his feet.

Monica was awakened by his actions, raised half her body bleary eyed, and asked vaguely, "what's the matter?"

Gray looked at the dark bedroom and found himself in the room. It was impossible for raindrops to hit him.

He rubbed his cheeks and exhaled, "it's all right. I had a nightmare."

"What nightmare?" Monica woke up a little.

"I don't remember the details. It seems that there are raindrops beating on my face in my dream. The raindrops are as big as water polo. It feels very real." Gray said with lingering fear that the feeling of sudden awakening still lingered in his mind.

"Don't worry, it's just a dream." Monica leaned against gray and put her palm on his broad chest muscles. "Do you still fear nightmares when you are so strong? If there is any monster, just kill it in your dream. "

"No one in the world is afraid of anything. Even if he is brave enough to walk at night, he will be startled when a bloody and ferocious monster suddenly appears in front of him." Gray said and suddenly found something wrong. Why did this hand go down more and more?

"It's not dawn yet. Why don't we play a game?" Monica said charmingly.

"Hiss." When someone caught the handle, even the Dragon slaughtering warrior had to be afraid and let others control him.

"Why, no?" Monica leaned over, her face gently rubbed his cheek and said seductively in his ear.

"Hehe, are you challenging me?" Gray rolled over and pressed her, sneering. "It seems that someone forgot who begged for mercy last night, so I let her go."

There was a loud noise in the room. The elf covered his ears fiercely, and a beautiful little white tooth almost broke off.

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Andy fired three shots at the zombies, attracted Gray's attention, and then raised his writing board. "I found a chess. Can you find it there? Do you want a chess?"

"Just use the writing board. Come on."

Gray: "... And..."

Your excellency is really leisurely!

Gray looked at the zombies below, thought for a moment, picked up the writing board, "you're good at shooting. If you try your best to kill zombies for an hour, I'll play the next game with you."

Chess is a real thing in the mall. They turned it out for fun the night before. Gray also played two, but he just didn't play very well.

"Deal."

Andy is so bored that he doesn't want to bargain at all and agrees directly.

"Shall we have one first?"

"OK, wait, I'll get the chessboard." Gray thought about it. It's really boring to kill zombies all the time. The gunfire in his mind can't go away. It's almost a magic sound. It's better to play chess and relax.

Go to the second floor and find the chessboard from the bar. Gray sees Nicole running over in a panic, her eyes red and tears on her face.

"My father, he... He may become a zombie." Nicole said before gray asked.

"Take me there." Gray nodded, which was expected. Last night he saw that Frank's face was already gray, so there was no surprise.

If Frank could resist the accident until the fourth day, he would really be surprised.

You know, zombies are usually infected for a few hours, not more than a day at most. Although Frank has little Molly's help, he has been infected for a long time at that time, and the virus has spread all over his body. In this way, he can last for more than three days, which is really unthinkable.

"Little Molly, call the others and give Frank the last ride." Gray said as he walked.

Little Molly turns into a green light and flies away. Gray and Nicole come to Frank's place.

For convenience and safety, Frank lives here with an iron lattice door. He was transferred yesterday, which not only does not affect communication, but also ensures the safety of people outside. Frank himself doesn't mind.

Frank was sitting at the door with his upper body against the wall. His eyes had become dim. Only his slightly shaking lips and his chest that could not see too many ups and downs proved that he was still alive for the time being.

"Gray?" Frank turned his head hard, his voice hoarse and deep.

"It's me, Frank. Are you okay?" Gray squatted outside the door, looked into Frank's eyes and asked without emotion.

"I know I may not be able. Can you take care of Nicole for me, please." Frank pleaded.

Gray wanted to tell him that he should find someone else and clean up the zombies here by himself. However, looking at his eyes, he nodded, "as long as I'm still here, I'll take care of her. Don't worry."

"Thank you." Frank's dim eyes brightened a little, and then looked at his daughter, "baby, you should take care of yourself. If you have difficulties, find gray. I can see that he is not bad and can be trusted."

Gray rubbed his fingers and was slightly dissatisfied. What is not bad? I worked hard to bring everyone to survive. I'm obviously a good man, a good man, okay.

Nicole nodded and reached out to hold her father's hand. Frank reached out, but halfway through it, he shrank back, afraid that he would bring the virus to her.

At this time, others rushed here.

"How's it going?" A group of people hurried over and asked.

Gray didn't speak. Anyone with a clear eye can see the situation. There's no need to elaborate.

"Thank you for your care these days. I'm already very happy to live a few more days." Frank spoke in a lower and lower voice. The others couldn't hear what he said. Gray had to be a loudspeaker for a while.

"Gray, I don't want to be that monster. Help me." Frank probably knew his last moment had come and looked expectantly at gray.

Gray was silent for a moment before he repeated the passage in a louder voice.

Nicole looked at frank with tearful eyes. She spoke for a long time, turned her head and squeezed out a few words, "gray, please."

Looking at people with different faces, gray sighed slightly, took out his pistol and pointed it at Frank's head.

Frank looked at the scene with a smile.